Post by Élodie Chartier on Mar 18, 2006 0:42:24 GMT -5
Élodie walked slowly into the large, slightly dusty space. From what she had been told, the last costume designer had packed up and left with little more than a note of explanation - She had run away with her lover, it seemed, and didn't want her poor child-t0-be raised in such an environement - and bolt upon bolt of rich fabric, just waiting to be cut into.
This sort of an environment, indeed. What better place for a child than one that would let them touch, smell, see so many different items and people. Well, Élodie didn't have children and didn't plan on any, but she was more than thankful for the job.
Much too late for children, anyway. she thought to herself, smiling as she took out her sketchbook from her travelling bag, setting it upon the large cutting table in the center of the room. Someone had placed a cheery red plumed hat atop the dressform in the corner, and she grinned as she looked at it.
Soon, with a copy of the newest opera in her hands, her deft fingers began to work their way along the paper, making tentative lines and filling them in, later, with more serious ones. Occasionally, she stood up to survey the various bolts of fabric, reaching up to lift down a lush brown velvet, a soft cream linen, and a shiny gold chiffon.
A few hours of undisturbed work and the costume sketches were nearly done...
This sort of an environment, indeed. What better place for a child than one that would let them touch, smell, see so many different items and people. Well, Élodie didn't have children and didn't plan on any, but she was more than thankful for the job.
Much too late for children, anyway. she thought to herself, smiling as she took out her sketchbook from her travelling bag, setting it upon the large cutting table in the center of the room. Someone had placed a cheery red plumed hat atop the dressform in the corner, and she grinned as she looked at it.
Soon, with a copy of the newest opera in her hands, her deft fingers began to work their way along the paper, making tentative lines and filling them in, later, with more serious ones. Occasionally, she stood up to survey the various bolts of fabric, reaching up to lift down a lush brown velvet, a soft cream linen, and a shiny gold chiffon.
A few hours of undisturbed work and the costume sketches were nearly done...
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